C L A R A
IFRISE FOREST — SOVEREIGNTY OF DRYADALIS
Clara grimaced at the massive dent in Pagonia's breastplate under the filtered sunlight. She doubted there were any useful medical supplies nearby, so just the idea of tending to his injuries was proving to be a difficult task.
"Okay, you're alive. Good,” she said in a calmer, more hopeful tone, simply nodding to Pagonia's raspy words. Although she was relieved he was even wearing armour in the first place — unlike his equally as reckless brother — Clara knew there were some broken bones underneath.
"Looks like you'll be needing a new set of armour, huh. Pricey,” she teased, kneeling down to get a better look at the damage.
"I could try bandage you up with some cloth, but I really don't know how that'll… wait… hold on, hey, HEY—”Clara continued to insist Pagonia stay put, and she would have grabbed him by
his collar were it not for the serious injury he had sustained. Then Pagonia decided it would be a good idea to yell across the forest clearing at the other magi, as if the krovar wasn't just metres from him. When he turned back to mutter his request, Clara glared at him.
"Gods, were you even listening to me earlier? I don't make things! Best I can do right now is cover stuff in crystal,” she hissed, pointing towards the crystallised tree.
"That makes sense? Or do I have to repeat myself again?"Clara grabbed Pagonia's arm with force, fearing he would run off having just explained her limitations.
"Look, you're hurt! If that krovar thing comes charging at you again, then you'll—”When her eyes fell upon the crystalised tree bark behind Pagonia, Clara's face lit up. Yes,
that could be it. It was a stupid,
stupid plan, but in a situation like this, stupid was better than nothing.
"Screw it. Let it come here.”Clara let go of the injured man and pushed past him, putting a hand on the fallen tree and releasing the ether from it.
"I've got a better plan. Let the krovar run towards me and I'll harden the tree just like I did before, right before it hits. While it's down, the others can attack it from behind.”She tilted her head slightly to look back at Pagonia.
"And since you're so insistent to join in on the fun, you could go get yourself some good hits too. I doubt a few broken ribs is gonna stop you anyway.”Clara observed the other dead fallen trees to her side, the few bound by sturdier roots somehow standing at more upright angles than the others. It would be manageable, even easy, to run up them, especially if it was someone as stubbornly strong as Pagonia. She pointed towards a tree a couple metres to her left.
"There, you can get some height from that one, right? It won't see you if you jump from it.”Grabbing a sizeable rock and clambering on top of the fallen oak tree, Clara covered the rock and hurled it at the distracted krovar. Once it made contact, the crystal ether dissipated.
"HEY KROVAR!” she bellowed, almost losing her balance. She pointed a provoking finger towards the creature and stomped her foot on the bark.
"You really tryna pick a fight with us, huh? Get over here ya fat bastard, I'm gonna kick your ass!”The krovar turned towards Clara, snarling at her as it prepared to charge. With a deep exhale, Clara kneeled down to place her hands on the bark, eyes locked onto the monster.
"Alright Pagonia, you better start running now. I'll give you the opening you want!”
